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Thursday, July 21, 2016

A day in my life

I look around,
see the crowd
unconcerned as
they go about.

There's not a word,
A 'how are you today?'
A 'is everything well?'
is too much to ask.

All the dedication
the diligent support
Not a peep of
acknowledgement
or appreciation

Why did I get made
the way I am
what genes got me
into this shape

I close my eyes,
just for a moment
I wait, I get nothing.

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